The accident Porn Story -Part 2

The accident Porn Story

When I saw an ATM I asked the taxi driver to stop and asked her to withdraw some money. She went in, and came out dejectedly.
Something was wrong.

“What happened? This one’s also not working?”

“No. It’s working…”

“Then what?”

I raised my voice a bit.

“Please. Please don’t be angry. I think Karthik has changed the password.”

“Oh. Shit.”

She looked down and stood like a student who mislaid her textbook at home. I suddenly felt kindness.

“It’s okay. Did you block it?”

“No, I used it only twice.”

She sounded a bit better, having done at least one thing correctly.
I laughed.

“You’re looking like I’m your boss or something. Relax, Deepika.”

I walked into the ATM and withdrew a couple of thousands with my card.

The taxi later stopped in front of a nice restaurant. I wanted to have a shower but I restricted myself to just washing my face. I then held both the child and her bag while she went to washroom. By the time she was back, I had ordered the food.
When she came, I got up and pulled the chair for her. She thanked me and sat down.

“I’m vegetarian.”

She said.

“Oh, no! You can’t be.”

“What? What have you ordered?”

“Chilly chicken and butter rotty.”

“Ayyo! I don’t eat those stuff… No”

“No, we can’t cancel our order. You’ll have to eat..”

“Oh my God. We should ask them at least..”

“Come on. It’s not Tamil Nadu.”

She was worried. Eating chicken seemed the most heinous act in her life at that moment. She watched horrifyingly as the waiter brought the food. She glanced at each item he put on the table like it contained a live snake.

Well, the food was some paneer mssala and butter rotty. She looked at me and bit her lips.

“You liar!”

“It’s a pure vegetarian restaurant, madam!”

I laughed. She smiled shyly. It was fun.

The food was awesome. We both felt our energy replenished. But she wanted to feed Vinnee as well. He was awake. I suggested she can do it in hotel room. She agreed.

“By the way, where’s your shopping materials?”

“Shopping! Oh, we couldn’t buy even a single item. Karthik had fallen down in the morning itself..”

“Oh, I see. Do you then have clothes to change these?”

I gestured to all of her. She looked at herself once. Her saree was a complete mess.
She shook her head sideways.

“I don’t know really.”

The bill had arrived. I paid it and we walked out.
There was no taxis available there. I hired an auto. I asked him to take us to a lodge.

“A good, standard one.”

I mentioned.
I saw Deepika smiling at nothing.

“What?”

She looked at me.

“What?”

“I saw you smiling. Share with me too…”

“No, I was thinking about you..”

“Oh really? May I know what was it about?”

“Mmm.. It was like… You’re so caring. About everything..”

She lent me those black eyes for a moment to cherish.

“Oh. Is that a compliment?”

“It’s a fact.”

“And it’s not a compliment?”

“No, I mean yes. It’s a compliment and a fact. Happy?”

We both laughed together. Light moments were coming.
I saw a clothe store still open and asked the auto driver to stop.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m buying something for you.”

“No. It’s okay. I’ll manage with these.”

She tried to stop me, in vain.
I asked the auto driver to wait and took her inside the shop. It was a small shop. They were closing but relented to my request.
I chose her white churidar with orange flowers in it and an orange leggings.

“Enough?”

“Yeah, enough!”

“Nothing else?”

She looked at me in confusion.

“Should I select your inner wears also?”

I asked in a very low voice. She was embarrassed. And her embarrassment was cute. She looked at me like I said something I shouldn’t have. But I looked at her like I meant it.

“Okay.”

She said and walked to the side where such clothes were kept. I stood near the bill counter only. She selected a pair of bra and panty before returning.
I paid the bill and she collected the packet.

“I’ll pay you all the money tomorrow.”

She said once we were back in the auto.

“As you like. But not for these clothes. Take it as a gift from me.”

“No, no. I’ll pay you.”

“Oh come on… At least the churidar?”

“No, thanks.”

We looked into each other’s eyes. I saw the dignity of a married woman in hers. I could sense she wouldn’t relent no matter how much I force her.

“Okay. It’s okay.”

“Sorry, if I hurt you, Krish.”

She said. I felt like it came directly from her heart.

“It’s okay, I told you.”

The auto stopped near a big hotel. Hotel Sri Raghav. The driver said rooms will be available in that hotel.
I gave Deepika four thousand rupees.

“Okay, now you go and take any room you’d like. I’ll go search another hotel.”

She laughed at her stupidity and walked away, towards the hotel reception.
I just wanted her to gain some courage by doing things herself. I waited outside the gate as she went in.
But soon I saw Deepika walking out, in a hurry, with an even more worried face. She was thinking I might have gone. On seeing me, she relaxed a bit.

“What happened now?”

I asked.

“No rooms available.”

“Oh. Very nice.”

We sat back inside the auto.

“Let’s try another one, bhayya.”

I told the driver.

“I thought you would have left. I was worried.”

She looked at me.

“How can I leave you like that? You just complimented me that I’m caring and how can I?”

She smiled at me again.

“Thanks.”

The auto reached another hotel and we both went to the reception this time. But the result was still negative.

“Most of the hotels here will be full. You should have booked earlier. In Vadodara, you won’t get rooms without booking.”

The receptionist commented.

“I wanted to punch into his face. Who the hell is he to tell we won’t get any rooms here?”

I said when we were back in the auto.

“Me too.”

Deepika added.

I looked at the watch. It was 11.10pm.
The night was supposed to be very long.

***

We checked two more hotels but rooms were not available. Then the auto driver suggested he knew of a hotel which is not so good but will definitely have rooms available.
I asked him to take us there.
In twenty minutes we reached place that was a filthy mess. However, the hotel had rooms available. I asked for two single rooms.
The old man at the reception gave the keys to a boy and he lead us to the rooms. But it was really disappointing. Filthy rooms, untidy bedsheets, smelling bedbugs and leaking taps. The toilet looked like it wasn’t cleaned for long.

“Fuck! No!”

I said and walked out. Deepika said nothing and followed me.
We were soon back in the auto.

“What now?”

She asked.
I rubbed my face with my hand.

“Let’s try another. What else?”

I asked the auto driver not to take us to such places.
Next one was hotel Prem Sagar and luckily, it had a room. Only one room. A double room.
I asked her to take it for her.

“What will you do?”

“I’ll keep searching.”
She thought for a moment.

“Are you thinking about taking me in?”

I asked.

“Mmm… Yes.”

“Are you gone mad? It’s very dangerous… You know, just you and me in a room. Oh God, no!”

I had a playful smile on my face. She knew I was teasing her.
She pinched on my wrist.

“Come on.”

“Are you sure? Think again.”

“Yes. It’ll have a double bed. We can split the beds and sleep, can’t we?”

That was really logical. Most of the hotels do this trick. They attach two single beds to make a double bed.

“Yeah we can. But why so much risk?”

“Because I’m also caring. Learnt from you.”

She smiled. It was very pleasing.

So we took the room. I paid two thousand rupees advance. I relieved the auto as well.

Soon we were in the room. It was a spacious one. Large mirror, shelf, TV, towels, centre table, western style bathroom, hot and cold water, telephone, nice bedsheets and all. But only one problem.
The bed wasn’t splittable. Actually, the bed frame was two piece, but the mattress was single piece.

“Oh shit.”

I said first. And I laughed very high.

“I’ll take a shower first. You split the bed. Okay?”

She looked at me helplessly.
I took some clothes from my bag and walked to bathroom. I took a grant shower and I felt really relaxing. It was a long day. Must have crossed midnight.
I wore the T-shirt and trousers from the bathroom. And I washed my shirt hung it on the hangar.
As I stepped out, Deepika was milk feeding Vinnee and I looked directly to her. She had her saree pallu removed and her blouse open, and indeed, a part of her milky white breast was visible. I saw it and she saw me seeing it.
It was a huge embarrassment for both of us.

“Oh shit! Sorry!”

I blurted and quickly looked away.
She tried to hide her open skin with her hand. She was sitting in the chair, facing me, so she couldn’t turn away.

“I’m sorry, Krish!”

I heard her say. I didn’t look at her.

“What sorry? I saw it.”

I said.

“Yeah I know. Please forget it.”

“Yeah i know I should. But I don’t think I can.”

“Why?”

“Oh come on, let’s better not talk about it.”

“OK.”

I heard her giggling.

“What? Why are you laughing?”

“No, nothing..”

I was standing in front of the mirror. She finished feeding the child and got up. He seemed at sleep. She lay him on the bed. Her saree pallu fell open and I saw it again.
She had hooked her blouse back but it betrayed it’s purpose of hiding her secrets. Her nicely shaped round breasts, the white and silky skin cleavage between them, and, when she got up, her stomach and it’s flaps and navel. Just for a moment, and she covered it all with her pallu.
I stood watching it all and like a statue. My mouth was left open.

“Stop staring.”

She said.
And I regained my consciousness.

“Oh, yeah.”

“You’re caring, but you’re shameless also.”

“That’s a really, really nice compliment.”

She laughed. What a beauty!
I felt like her beauty was increasing to have an effect in my mind by each passing moment.

She walked off to the bathroom and returned after a quick shower. She wore the clothes I had bought her. She looked gorgeous as well as hot. The churidar was indeed made for her. It made no attempt to conceal her curves. Starting from the low cut neck with orange coloured border that highlighted her glowing skin, through the breast which were not so large but were definitely round, to the flat belly that led to the broadening hip, her curves made quite a view and I again ended up staring.

“Stop staring, Kreeesh!”

She scolded me in a funny tone.

“You look really beautiful, Deepika.”

I commented, without looking away.

“That’s really, really nice to hear but you’re still staring at me.”

“And the churidar, it looks really great on you.”

“Oh thanks, but I guess you have no plans to look away…”

“Especially orange flowers, it seems they’re made for you.”

“Stop trying to make me blush..”

“But you’re already blushing..”

“Stop it, whatever you’re doing..”

“Whatever I’m doing, you’ll have to blame yourself…”

“Kreeesh!”

We both were standing where we were, and both were staring at each other, and we both were living it. It was fun.
We both laughed. It was a bit high, I guess, Vinnee woke up. I quickly sat down on the edge of the bed and patted on his hand, trying to put him back on sleep.
Deepika watched me a moment and came close.

“I told you I have one more compliment for you, and you know what it is?”

“You didn’t tell me what it was, then how would I know?”

“That is; you’d make a good husband.”

I raised my head suddenly, and looked at her eyes. She sat on the bed, and a scintillating aroma filled my nose and spread into other senses. I couldn’t make out whether it was from her body or her hair which was still wet…

“I never thought that soap could be this much effective…”

She ignored my comment with a mischievous smile on her lips.

“Did you hear me?”

“What?”

I didn’t.

“I said you’d make a good husband.”

Now I heard it and I was brought down to earth. Into reality.

“No I wouldn’t, Deepika. I mean I have proved it already because I’m divorced.”

I said into her eyes.
She kept looking at me as if she was trying to see something in me to catch me lying. But she couldn’t. I wasn’t lying. She got it.

“I’m sorry, Krish.”

She said softly and looked away.

She got up silently and started wiping her hairs with towel.
Once she was done with her hair, she came back to me.

“Did i hurt you, Krish?”

“Oh come on don’t be silly. She’s the one hurt me, not you.”

“What did she do?”

“Come on, leave it.”

“Okay. Sure. But one more question. Kids?”

“No.”

She stopped there. Later she said it’s her loss.

“Now that’s really, really a great compliment.”

“I seriously said it. I envy her. And I’m angry at her.”

“That’s great. I’m feeling better now.”

She laughed. I too did.

“You’re very fun, Krish.”

“And you’re… You’re…”

I paused and she looked at me, expecting some nice comment but I didn’t say anything. She pulled on my hairs.

“Ouch!”

“You know you’re actually far from what I thought when I saw you. I thought you’d be a very serious man. You know, you were like very angry.. but now you’re very funny.”

“No, you’re wrong. I’m very serious, very very serious..”

She laughed.

That’s the moment Vinnee woke up again and this time he straightaway resorted to crying mode.

“You stop laughing please. It looks really stunning to me but it always wakes him up…”

I said.
She picked him up from the bed and tried to calm him down, only in vain.

“Okay.. Okay give him what he wants. I won’t look.”

“I gave him enough already.”

She said.

“He’s a boy, he’ll never stop asking for it…”

I joked. She mocked an angry face to me. Then turned the chair away from me and sat down. I switched on the TV and Deepika immediately made a ‘ssshhhh!’ voice and I turned it off.
Vinnee wasn’t satisfied with that solution. He kept troubling his mom. She walked, sat, swung and swayed him with her hands, sang a tune and patted on his hands; but nothing really worked.
Eventually he started crying nonstop.
Deepika looked at me helplessly. I didn’t have a clue.

“What now? Shall we see any doctor?”

I thought there’s some serious problem.

“No. He needs a baby bed. That’s it. But I don’t know how.”

She meant a cradle for the kid.
I suddenly worked an idea. It was not my idea anyway. I’ve seen it in many homes. I took her saree and climbed onto the bed. I was planning to tie it with the ceiling fan and make a temporary baby cradle. But Deepika stopped me saying it’s dangerous.

“What if the fan falls down?”

I looked at the fan. It was quite an old one. She had a valid point. The fan would fall down over the child and over us.
There was another hook on the ceiling, left vacant. But it was too high. I was sure I can’t reach there.
I put the chair under it and climbed on top of it. It was still out of reach.
Vinnee was still crying and it was irritating a bit. But I managed to control myself.

“Come on, give him something. Please. I need to think.”

Her face was apologetic and I felt sad for her. What a nonsense. I thought. It was almost 1.30am and we were still restless.
I looked at the ceiling, holding her saree and sat down on the chair.
She turned her head to me and tried to smile.

“I’m so sorry Krish…”

I ignored her apologies. I was still thinking how to tie the saree through the hook on the ceiling.

“Can you tie this, I mean, if I hold you up there?”

She didn’t say anything. She looked up and down a couple of times. And nodded slowly.
Vinnee seemed at ease a few moments later.
Deepika lay him on the bed, very slowly, and then came to me. She didn’t speak but her eyes were glued to me.
I handed her one end of the saree and asked her to stand on the chair. She held onto my shoulder for support and rose on to the chair.

“Try not to move much. Otherwise, we’ll collapse. I will lift you slowly and once you put it through the hook i will put you down. But you don’t try to move. Okay?”

I explained.

“Okay.”

She nodded.
I bent down a bit and held both her knees tight onto my chest with my hands. Then lifted her up slowly. Though she felt a bit off balance, she managed to hold her body erect by grabbing on to my head. I then slowly rose on top of the chair. She didn’t weigh heavy but it was a heavy job. Somehow she managed to hook the saree on the ceiling and pulled the other end down.
She said okay.
Job was done. Then I felt a bit naughty. Instead of climbing down with her weight, I slowly glided her downward, feeling my hands along her thighs first, then to her bum. I could feel the softness in my hands, and I could feel her breast pressing against my face. I instantly had a hard on. I could feel my dick swelling in the confines of my underwear.
Her body fragrance mesmerised my nose again and as I put her feet back on the chair, we came face to face.

“You’re deliberately doing this, ain’t you?”

She asked.
She had a naughty smile on her lips.

“Yes, I’m.”

Her smile grew even wider.

“Okay, I’m on the chair now. You can leave me.”

“Yeah sure.”

I said and climbed down.

“Chinna rascal!”

She pushed me away while she got down.
I tied both ends of the saree together and the baby bed was ready. She lay Vinnee inside it and swing it back and forth, slowly. In no time, he fell asleep.
I let out a sigh. And I mocked a silent clap.

But then the bigger problem arrived.
Vinnee wasn’t there to be the barrier between us.
However, I was done with the struggles. I lay on the bed, occupying one edge.

“You can sleep here, Deepika.”

I gestured her to the other side of the bed.
She hesitantly sat on to that edge.

“We’ll just do it once, then I will let you sleep, I promise.”

I said.
She knew I was teasing her. She smiled and lay on her back next to me.

“Which style do you like? Missionary?”

I pushed it further.
She looked up and kept smiling.

“Tell me, which is your favourite….”

“Stop it..”

She interrupted without looking at me.

“No, not missionary. It could be doggy style. I can see that..”

“Stop it!”

She looked at me and punched me. I laughed.

“Oh my god. What a day!”

I heard her saying.

“Yeah really.”

I said and turned to her. She turned to me too.
I could now see her perfectly shaped hip. The curve from her flat belly goes up and forms a hill shape to the thighs. Her cleavage and the breasts were making quite a view as well.

“You’re staring at me again…”

She bit her lips.

“I’m staring you to make you feel comfortable about it.”

“Of really?”

“No, I’m just kidding. I’m staring because you’re so beautiful.”

She smiled.

“Don’t smile like that. It’s killing me.”

I complained.

“You’re not planning anything on me, are you?”

“Stop talking like this, you pervert!”

She scolded me. But her smile never ceased. And she kept staring me back.

“Let’s switch off the lights. Otherwise we’ll never sleep tonight.”

I suggested.

“No, no. please.”

She said quickly.
I knew why she didn’t prefer darkness.

“Oh come on, the room won’t go too dark.”

I said and switched off the lights. Like I said, there was light coming through the window from the street. The room had sufficient lights.

“Okay?”

I asked.

“Okay.”

She said.

“Then goodnight, Deepika.”

“Goodnight, Krish.”

I turned to opposite side. I knew if I keep looking at her, I would neither sleep nor let her sleep.
Well it worked. I slept soon. We both were tired alike and I don’t know who slept earlier.

***

When I woke up, I felt it wasn’t morning yet. But I had slept long enough to wake up. Deepika was still sleeping. But a lot of things had happened in our sleep. Deepika had her left hand and her left leg over me. She had embraced me, well, almost. We were lying so close and as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was her face. Just a few inches away from mine. Her eyes were closed, lips very slightly open. Her facial skin had an undescribable glow that I could see very well in the morning light. Her adorable face seemed at peace.
I thought I’d wake her up if I move an inch, and I made no attempt to move. Then my eyes wandered downward and I saw her cleavage. It was a beauty. I had to close my eyes for a few moments to restraint myself. Then I looked at her face again. I felt like falling in love with her.
That’s when she woke up.
And it was one of the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ve heard a lot of things about the beauty of morning. But at that moment, I realised it; the most beautiful thing in a morning is to wake up. I saw her eyes opening slowly, and I saw each and every inch of her face waking up. It was very natural, until her eyes met mine. Then I saw a sudden change, a sense of reality, taking over her. She started to move and pull back her hand.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…”

I whispered. And she stopped moving back. Everything was back at me. Her eyes, her hands, her legs. And I hoped her heart too.

“It feels like a dream… Are you in my dream?”

I whispered. She smiled, slightly.
I slowly brought my right palm to her face and touched her cheek. It was so soft.

“No… It’s real.”

I said.
Her smile was intact. I moved my face forward and landed a quick peck on her forehead.

“You’re so beautiful, Deepika…”

I whispered.
I saw her eyes growing big for once and then came back to normal. Then she pulled her hand and leg back to her. But I didn’t want to let her go.

“Please…”

I said, and I reached out with my right arm and held her around her hand. She didn’t move.

“Deepika..”

“Mmm…”

“Come closer, please…”

I was living a dream. She move closer an inch I guess, and I embraced her with my one hand. I also pulled her toward me, closer to me. I heard her heartbeats. Our chests were touching each other.
I kissed on her forehead again. She closed her eyes. She was loving it. I then brought my lips to her left eye. Then right. She then slowly moved her face upward, and I saw a smile on her lips. She was inviting me.
I tightened my hand around her and her breast were now pressing against my chest. I could feel the softness. My lips were moving along her nose, and it almost touched her lips. I doubted a second, whether I should go or not. It was morning, and having not brushed my teeth, I doubted if I would piss her off. But I also remembered the fact that she was also in the same state, and it actually excited me. I also hoped that she would find it pleasing when I do it now. It didn’t took more than a couple of seconds, and before I could loss my nerve, I put my hand up to the back of her head and pulled her face to me, and kissed her.

Our lips met very softly at first, almost tentatively. I kissed her, licking and nibbling on her lower lip. I parted my lips and took her lower lip inside mine at the first go itself. It was warm. After a moment, I heard a slight moan from her and I sensed her body stiffening a bit. It was a good sign. She opened her eyes but didn’t stop me. I hugged her tightly, caressing her back and I suddenly felt her arm around me. She was hugging me back.
She was liking it.
I slowly but deliberately grew in confidence and I opened her mouth with my tongue. Then I felt her tongue touching mine. It was warmer than mine. The kiss grew even more passionate and I slowly raised my right leg over her and locked her within it, until a deep moaning groan coming into the kiss. It forced me stop and we parted.
She was still lying comfortable in my arms. We both kept looking into each other’s eyes as I ran my hand up and down her back.

“You’re seducing me…”

She said in a low voice.
I smiled.

“Can’t help.. feels like I’ve fallen in love with you…”

“It’s dangerous, Krish.”

“But it was awesome…”

“Yeah that’s why it’s dangerous..”

“You know what I like in you?”

“No, tell me..”

“Everything…”

I saw love in her eyes. They were growing bigger.

“What do you like in me?”

I asked.

“Don’t ask, please. There’re a lot of them.”

She said and tried to turn away from me. I let her go. She got up immediately and checked Vinnee before going to bathroom.
I still had her warm taste in my lips.